Five Bags Full

The two bags of namkeens
Were eked out over weeks.
My sister felt bad when I told
Her how treasured they were. I
Thought your suitcase wouldn’t hold
So much, she said, and to buy
More would’ve been a waste!
She speaks, I thought, as if taste
Lies only on the tongue, a matter
Of spices and dough. As though
The heart were not suffused
With the sweetness and salt
Of home. So this time, she bought
Five bags. All that they had
At the store. This time I told her not
To feel bad. How could a heart ask
For more.

About me

Mostly I write things I want people to read. Mainly Young Adult Fantasy (a Trilogy is in progress - The Book of Guardians - of which two best selling books are out, and I'm working on the third) and poetry, apart from academic stuff, book reviews, and things I feel strongly about. Being a Conductor, a violinst, and a soprano, and occasional theatre person makes writing easier and more fun.